A/N: Hey, sorry I'm late (AGAIN) but my computer crashed, and i had to get surgery, and school, and stuff. I know Excuses Excuses, Excuses. But anyway...
Challenge words: *Grins.* Twitch, Scratch, Wall, Passion, Alert, Worn, Sheet, Frame, Whinge, Drag, Light, Shudder, Ankle. 13 words, in a little over a 200 words. *Grins* Oh yeah, Belated condolances for you PlatinumRoseLady! Hope You got over your sickness ok! AND HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SENSUE!! SO SO SO sorry it's late you guys. I even put the requested themes in it just for you guys!
"I'll be back soon Sammy ok? You just sit there and eat your soup."Dean said turning to Sam, his duffle over his shoulder, heading out the door of the motel room.
Sam's eye twitched in annoyance. "Forget that Dean. I'm fine, I can come." He said scratching at his arm. He stood up, and leaned against the wall for support. Dean knew Sam was trying to look alert, but he really only looked worn out.
"Sam. You know what the doctor said." Dean said warningly.
"The one with the cane, that was addicted to Vicodin, and with the bad attitude? He was a fake. He had to have been." Sam said passionately.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, doesn't matter. You have the chicken pox, that's all there is to it. Now stay."
"Dean, you can't go out all alone! It's dangerous!" Sam said, grabbing onto Deans jacket. He was white as a sheet.
"Sam stop-" He grinned at his new word. "- whinging. I have to." He guided Sam back to his bed, but it was more like dragging him to it. Dean could tell Sam was having a hard time staying up. His frame was shuddering lightly, while Dean helped him under the bed covers. Dean patted Sams ankle, and departed.